My speaking and book coach advised me to write about those things which keep me up at night, have teeth and my blood on those teeth. Those are the things we all share, but are terrified to talk about because if we do, we may speak them into being. However, when we DO speak them into being, we can face off with those motherfuckers. Otherwise they inhabit the night, and the dark recesses of the soul. Dragging those shitheels into the light of day is the beginning of the end. Like vampires they begin to disintegrate. This is the power of speaking our truth. It ain't about the boobs. It's about what boobs we are to believe the Medium success stories and try to trick the algorithms.

Truth works.